Artist: Rick Ross f/ Mavado, Sizzla Album: Mastermind Song: Mafia Music III Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro] Heh heh heh heh!! Run di riddim!!! [Sample] When dem tune yah play people tend fi run and dance and bawl But let mi tell yuh one ting! [Sample from Capleton] MORE FIRE!!!! [Verse One: Rick Ross] My corner so polluted, young niggas lootin I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student Remarkable hustle, my niggas comin home I kept the candle lit, my nigga never rowed Niggas caught him slippin, gave him a shit bag Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack It's Death Row, conspiracy theories Concealed indictment handed to the grand jury Get some money now, you hated your own kind The home invasion done by niggas in yo' bloodline GABOS, game ain't based on sympathy So he put a hit on his cousin in 18th A sweet potatoe pie oh me oh my Showin no remorse watchin the others cry Heroin scales, detectives will sell Alot of yellow tape, where that Obamacare? This the mob bitch, silk underwear Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams Niggas hatin though, they studied my moves I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews Two attempts on my life they threatened venues Can't you see what I am? The hustle continue I bought more jewels, I ordered the wraith I got a new style of shoes match the watch in the face Bill Belichick coachin and callin the shots Throw a yellow flag pussy niggas body drops Then we celebrate, black bottles pop Time to elevate, we reopen shop Wale a genius, Meek Mill a superstar My new crib in Phoenix, ten car garage Patek Philippe, platinum Audemars Ain't no tags needed nigga, I own them cars I know them bitches, we met them broads Never loved one, fucked them all I'm a fuckin dog, Ricky fuckin Ross Nigga, Birkin bags just for my runner ups But my main bitch, she get the main dish Not the old range, that was my lame bitch Brazilian weave, she say I came quick I let her see a hundred K's, a gift from St. Nick Movin bricks like it's Black Friday She gotta fuck me or call me a fat cry baby Lookin over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my hoe Glock .40, even when I shower Chrome .22 in my swimming towel Mob ties and I pray the music set me free May the powers that be, better let me be [Chorus: Mavado] Ya better not around, when the sun goes down And the real real killers them out for ya (ANYWAYYYYY!!!! Ayyyyy!!!!!) It's gonna be a bloodshed! One buss one dead, it's gonna be a bloodshed! Gu-Gunshot inna head! [Verse Two: Mavado] Payback is a motherfucker! Yes I feel it when I squeeze the trigger I feel the air when my enemies die! I feel the strengh of ten killers! What is to be will be! Only God alone can kill me! 'Cause these fuckin streets filthy! Plus! And I ain't fuckin guilty! [Bridge: Sizzla] Gangsta nuh tek nuh chat from nuh guy, know why? Violate a gangsta and bullets fly, bwoy die Guns go off a so mi seh, murderation anywhere Gangsta nuh tek nuh chat from nuh guy, know why? Violate a gangsta and bullets fly, bwoy die Guns go off a so we seh, murderation anywhere [Chorus: Mavado] Ya better not around, when the sun goes down And the real real killers them out for ya (ANYWAYYYYY!!!! Ayyyyy!!!!!) It's gonna be a bloodshed! One buss one dead, it's gonna be a bloodshed! Gu-Gunshot inna head! [Outro: Sizzla] Sizzla Kalonji and Rick Ross have di girls dem screamin Entire country every street like, yuh already know di meanin But I'm streamin goin clean yuh can't diss mi I must be dreamin Jaimaicans, mek dem know we can't be beated